"That's not being fair, that's just making sure I suffer as much as you do." Emma couldn't say she was any hungrier than she was sleepy, a part of her had to wonder if it was a part of her curse, but for once the voices in her head seemed to have no comment. Maybe the din of the pub was good for something, and the distraction of having someone with her was helping keep her mind off the darkness.

It was hard to pull a smile out of the savior right about now. With things feeling so hopeless, her expression was pulled to match. Still, Red stammering to cover she didn't mean that Emma was the one making the dress look wench-y, even Emma had to pull a bit of a smile.

"Then it's no different than any bar in any world, ever," she assured the brunette, shrugging her shoulders. "I made it through a tavern back in the Enchanted Forest and drank a pirate under the table. I think I'll be okay." Granted at the time she'd had no magic at all (or at least none she could reach), and now she had... well, a lot more than that. "Together sounds good."